Chapter 7
I get what I want
Brooke ran across campus upset. She finally stopped and sat on a bench to catch her breath outside Calder Hall. Her vulnerabilities were coming out and she hated it. With the exception of the few she had seen when watching porn with Bianca and Rachel, Brooke had never seen an erect penis before. It was so large and disgusting and all that sperm just spilled out everywhere. How could any woman go down? How could any woman let sperm touch her body? Just the thought of that white, gooey, sticky, smelly sauce touching her body made her want to throw up again.
The following evening Brooke sat in the dinning hall on a table by herself eating a basket of fries while working on her E-Commerce project outline. She dared not venture anywhere near Lucas' apartment for fear of walking in on another oral sex session or even seeing Lucas and looking him in the eye. The project was killing her. Hargrove was right two heads were better than one. She needed someone to tell her whether her idea sucked or not. Over the next few days she was going to have to bust her brain trying to come up with a decent online venture idea.
Lucas had convinced Nathan to come out with him and the guys for drinks after practice. Dan had called after his Strategic Business class and demanded that he and Nathan play golf with him on Saturday morning. A little daddy-son bonding session as Dan had put it. It wasn't much of a question, it was a passive threat. When Dan said "hey son how about you me and Nathan play some golf on Saturday morning", he really meant "play golf with me on Saturday or I'll take away your Hummer."
Lucas was sitting on a barstool by himself trying to drown his problems with Vodka. There was no problem that a little Vodka or sex couldn't assuage. Where was his little fuck mate Peyton when he needed her. She had been so good last night. She always knew exactly what he needed in the bedroom. Other than that she was completely clueless about him. They had been dating for 8 months and she knew nothing about him. She knew where he lived, who his brother was, his birthday, his favourite sexual position, but she didn't know the things that really mattered. Peyton did not know how much his fathers threatening and controlling behaviour affected him, she didn't know that he would prefer to major in literature but his father would never fund it and she didn't know just how much he was just like his father sometimes. To him Peyton was just a good piece of ass. He had no feelings for her, all that mattered to him was that she was hot and when he took her to the teams parties he could show her off. Who really was Peyton? Go ask someone else because Lucas Scott would be the last one to know. He never really talked to her. He never caressed or romanced her. He was never gentle with her. He never looked into her eyes and undressed her slowly. Lucas was used to just throwing her unto his unmade bed ripping her panties off and fucking her with her clothes on.
Peyton Sawyer was not the girl for him. He wanted a strong woman. Someone like his mother. A woman strong enough to raise a child on her own and start her own business. He was yet to meet someone like that. Basketball players attracted all the wrong types. It didn't matter anyway, it's not like he was ready settle down. The college years were supposed to be the best years of his life. He definitely didn't want to spend them being tied down to the kind of woman he wanted to marry. That kind of relationship was for when he was 30 or something, not now.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sexy blonde that had just sat down on the stool next to him. Just what he needed. He took out his credit from his wallet and tossed it to the bartender.
"Jason charge all this lovely lady's drinks to my card…..you got a name gorgeous?"
"Just call me Jules…whats yours?….I'll take two magaritas "
" Lucas. So Jules….what brings you here"
"I just needed to get away for a couple hours…..what about you?…you look like you needed to get away as well"
"Yeah something like that….you're going to drink two magaritas at once?"
"That's right! What your credit card almost maxed out?"
"Please"
Lucas opened his wallet and took two hundred dollars and handed it to the bartender.
"I want two bands to go upstairs to a private booth."
Jules raised an eyebrow.
"Trust me sweetheart, there's a lot more where that came from."
With her two drinks in hand Jules and Lucas went upstairs to the V.I.P. section of the bar. It was less crowded and people tended to get a little frisky on the second level.
Jules was on to magarita number two. Lucas lightly took the glass away from her and moved closer to her.
"How about we get to know each other a little better"
"And how do you propose we do that?"
Lucas placed one hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder.
"Like this"
Lucas then pressed his lips unto hers and shoved his tongue into her mouth. The pair sat next to each other making out for five minutes, before Lucas' hands started to roam. He moved his hand up her stomach, relishing the feeling of his hand on her bare skin. His hand moved up a little further unto her breast. She wasn't wearing a bra. Lucas began massaging her. Jules tried to pull away from him but his other hand was still firmly placed on her hips. Jules broke the kiss.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"This" Lucas said as he continued fondling her.
"Stop!"
"Funny. You didn't say stop when I was dishing out money for your magaritas."
Lucas grabbed her and pulled her body closer to him. He started kissing her again.
"I said stop! Let me go! What is wrong with you!"
"Nothings wrong with me. I'm horny"
"What kind of guy are you?"
"I'm the kind of guy that gets what he wants when he wants it. Don't you know who I am. I'm Lucas fucking Scott, Number 3 for the Hartford Tigers, the guy that will pay you to spread your legs right now"
With that Jules started digging in her purse frantically.
"Oh my God!.. I'm never doing this again. Here, look at this. This is my high school i.d. card. My real name is Kristin and I'm 14. Please I just want to go home."
The erection bulging through Lucas'
pants went completely dead. She was just a little girl. He moved out
of the booth so she could get out. What the hell was wrong with him.
This was a new low for him. Trying to seduce some little kid. She
didn't look like a little kid though. He felt horrible. She must
have been so scared. Why was he such an asshole?
Why did he do
these things and then feel bad about them after and then do them
again?
He went downstairs to find Nathan and the guys watching a game on one of the T.V's and drinking beers.
"Hey look guys I think I'm gonna cut out early alright"
As he drove out of the parking lot he saw Jules/ Kristin sitting on the pavement by herself. A half hour ago she looked like a sex-kitten. Now she was the least sexy thing in the world. He stopped the car, got out and walked up to her.
"Hey uh Jules…I mean Kristin. Do you need a ride?"
Kristin just scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"Listen I am so sorry for what I did back there. I know you must want to kill me right now, but its not safe for you to be out here all alone. Let me give you a ride please. I promise I won't try anything."
"Leave me alone. You're a disgusting, perverted jackass. I'm serious you better get out of my face before I call the security guard and tell him what you tried to do"
Was this little girl threatening Lucas Scott?
"Fine. Keep your slutty ass here then. I hope some guy finds you out here and finishes what I started."
Lucas got back in his car and sped off.
